A man from Washington is being called a hero after he ran into a burning house to save his eight-year-old niece.
According to reports, 20-year-old Derrick Byrd suffered second and third-degree burns on his face, back, and arms after rushing into the house when he realized his niece was trapped inside.
Speaking to KOMO-TV, Byrd said: “Even though I got burnt, I didn’t really care. I’d rather get burnt than her. She’s young and still has so much ahead of her. She’s a good kid.”
The fire broke out in a home in Aberdeen, Washington, while Derrick Byrd and six other family members were inside, including his sister Kayla and her three children.
When the fire spread, Byrd helped his nephews, Junior and Royce, jump out of a second-story window to safety. However, his eight-year-old niece Mercedes was too scared to jump after watching her mother, Kayla, fall from the roof.
Without hesitating, Byrd ran back into the burning house to save Mercedes. He quickly felt the flames burning him.
“I could feel it burning me,” he said.
Byrd wrapped his shirt around Mercedes’ face to protect her from the smoke and carried her out of the house as fast as he could.
Despite suffering burns, Byrd said he’d do it all again if needed.
“I’d run back in there and do it again, even if I got burnt worse or died,” he said.
When people called him a hero, Byrd humbly responded, “I wouldn’t say I’m a hero. I just wasn’t going to let my niece and nephews die.”
MY LITTLE DAUGHTER ANSWERED MY HUSBAND’S PHONE AND FORGOT TO HANG UP — THEN I OVERHEARD A WOMAN’S VOICE SAYING “DADDY AND I HAVE LOTS OF SECRETS”
The phone, still open on the counter, lay lifeless in my hand. Lisa, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, was humming a tune and playing with her dolls. But I was frozen, my blood running cold. The woman’s voice, smooth and amused, echoed in my ears, a chilling reminder of a betrayal I couldn’t comprehend. “Daddy and I have lots of secrets.”
My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden silence in the house. What did it mean? Was Mark cheating on me? Was this some sort of game? Or was it something more sinister?
I glanced at the clock. 8:30 PM. He had said he’d be home by 7:00.
A wave of anger washed over me, quickly followed by a chilling fear. I had to know. I had to find out the truth.
Grabbing my keys, I slipped out of the house, my movements silent and swift. I followed his usual route, my eyes scanning the dimly lit streets, my heart pounding with a mixture of dread and determination.
I found him at “The Velvet Lounge,” a dimly lit jazz club I had never heard him mention before. He was sitting at a small table in the corner, his arm draped possessively around the woman’s shoulders. They were laughing, their faces close together, their bodies radiating an intimacy that made my blood run cold.
The woman, even more beautiful in person than her voice had suggested, turned her head as I entered the club. Her eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed with a mixture of amusement and contempt. Mark, his face flushed, looked up at me, his smile faltering.
“Sarah,” he stammered, “what are you doing here?”
“I came to find out what ‘secrets’ you and your… friend have been keeping from me,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremor running through it.
The woman, finally speaking, let out a low, melodious laugh. “Secrets? Darling, I think you’ve misunderstood. We’re just… friends. Old friends.”
“Old friends who meet in dimly lit jazz clubs and whisper secrets into each other’s ears?” I retorted, my voice rising.
Mark tried to intervene, but I cut him off. “Don’t bother, Mark. I heard it all. I heard her say, ‘Daddy and I have lots of secrets.'”
His face paled. “It was just a… a joke.”
“A joke that made my daughter feel uncomfortable?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “A joke that made me question everything I thought I knew about you?”
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
I turned and walked out, the sound of their hushed conversation fading behind me. The air outside was thick with the scent of rain and betrayal. My world, once filled with love and security, had shattered into a million pieces. As I drove home, the image of Mark and the other woman, their faces close together, their laughter echoing in the night, haunted me.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Lisa’s laughter. She was playing with her toys, oblivious to the storm that had erupted in our lives the night before. Looking at her innocent face, I knew I had to be strong. I had to protect her, to shield her from the pain and betrayal I was experiencing.
I would find a way to move on, to rebuild my life, to find happiness again. But the trust I had placed in my husband, the foundation of our marriage, had been irrevocably broken.
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